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Chapter One
The
middle-aged man in the smooth suit studied Sid,
Dan and Kit across his desk, deep in the bowels
of the Defence Department headquarters at
Duntroon, Canberra.
"I've heard about you," he said, and his smile
was the kind of empty that made Sid's teeth
ache. "And about your troubles, out at the Eucla
camp, with Colonel Parkes."
"And?" Dan said, and he sounded as angry as Sid
felt.
They'd been held captive by Colonel Parkes'
small, brutal magical team, and Sid had been
tortured, out in the middle of the Nullarbor.
Sid had some unresolved anger about the
incident, something that he'd like to have a
chat about with Colonel Parkes one day,
preferably while he was holding something
ballistic with the safety off.
"It's not acceptable, of course, that we knew so
little about what the Colonel and his little
team of researchers were up to. I've read the
briefing paper, and there are bigger issues here
that have only been hinted at, things we had no
idea about, and that Colonel Parkes never felt
the need to enlighten us on, like the existence
of other magical systems."
"That's because the Colonel and his hack
technicians are moronic magicians," Sid said.
"And I'd be careful about how you use the word
'magic', since you have no idea what you're
talking about."
The man in the suit, Mr. Johnson according to
the name badge on his desk, nodded. "And you can
help us?" His eyes shifted to Sid, taking in the
smeared dirt on Sid's T-shirt. "The three of
you?"
Kit, who was Sid's younger cousin, and was just
as grubby as he was, pushed her wild, dark hair
out of her eyes and shifted her fox, Marlowe, on
her lap, then fixed her gaze on Mr. Johnson. Kit
might be nineteen years old, and covered in fox
hair, but she had the kind of power and skill
that made Sid look like the hopeless fool he
was.
"Right," Mr. Johnson said. "I think the best
thing is to get the three of you enlisted and
covered by some solid secrecy provisions, before
we talk any further."
"Re-enlisted," Dan said. "I was a corporal with
the 6th Battalion, supporting the 7th Brigade,
until I was wounded and de-mobilized."
"Welcome back, soldier," Mr. Johnson said. "How
do you feel about being an officer this time
around?"
"If you make me an officer, I'm not signing up
again," Dan said. "Let's be quite clear about
that. I'm an enlisted man, and never will be
anything else."
"I'll be an officer," Sid said. "That would be
cool." He turned to look at Dan. "What does an
officer do?"
"You get to tell people what to do," Dan said.
"You'll be good at it."
"Excellent," Sid said, grinning. "Kit, do you
want to boss people around, too?"
Continued in
First Section
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